{MATURE — The female lead, Elara, is a plus-size lady. This isn't a book about her losing weight or going on a weight-loss journey. This is a book where she embraces her size and loves herself after everything.} 


BILLIONAIRE/WEREWOLF 

I was born a maid in the pack,  unwanted, unloved, and unseen. They said I was the daughter of a servant and that I should be grateful to even breathe the same air as elites. But what no one knew was that I wasn’t who they thought I was. I was stolen from my destiny, stripped of my name, and buried in a life that was never mine.

When I finished school, I was given a job at Blueberries Pack Company. It was already falling apart, but I worked day and night to keep it alive. Still, nothing I did mattered. The Alpha’s precious daughter stole my ideas, my recognition, and even the man I thought I loved. I was used to silence, to being unseen,  until he appeared.

Darlon. The Alpha King. A name spoken with fear and awe. They said he was old, heartless, and cruel. I didn’t know him, and I never imagined our paths would cross. But when the Alpha and his Luna grew desperate to save their company, they forced me to marry him in their daughter’s place. 

I walked down that aisle expecting the worst…But what awaited me on the other side was nothing I could have ever imagined.

I didn’t know it then, but the man I had married wasn’t a stranger at all… He was my fated mate

And through him, I began to uncover the truth about my past, my bloodline, and the power that had been sleeping inside me all along.

When we entered the mansion, the guards and maids bowed like they always did. The head maid hurried forward and informed us that dinner was already set on the table, but Darlon shook his head gently and told her that we had already eaten at the office, so she bowed again and disappeared into the hallway with soft footsteps that faded into silence.


We walked inside, and the place felt too quiet, almost like it was waiting for us to fill it with breath and movement, and I suddenly realized I was exhausted but my mind was still racing with designs, fabrics, anger, betrayal, planning, hope, and a small, dangerous tenderness that kept pulling me toward Darlon. We changed into our pajamas without much talking, the kind of silence that didn't feel heavy, just familiar, like we were two people who had shared too many storms to fear quietness anymore.


Chapter 118 - 118 - it's real